Il pleure dans mon cœur
Rufus Wainwright
It cries in my heart
It cries in my heart
As it rains on the city;
What is this languor
That penetrates my heart?
O gentle sound of the rain
On the ground and on the roofs!
For a bored heart,
O the song of the rain!
Of the rain, O the song of the rain!
O the song of the rain!
It cries without reason
In this sickened heart.
What! No betrayal?...
This mourning is without reason.
It is truly the worst pain
Not to know why
Without love and without hate
My heart is in so much pain!
So much pain, so much pain...
O gentle sound of the rain
For a bored heart,
O the song of the rain!
